Traveling through Great Qin: Father Qin Shihuang!

"No, son, you guys are too tough, you can win every time, next time you have to separate son and Zhao Yun."

"Hahaha, it's just for entertainment, don't care too much about the outcome."

Zhao Che said with a smile.

"Che'er, basketball is over now, can we eat?"

Yingzheng had consumed a lot of physical strength just now, and now he just felt that his stomach was going to be flattened by hunger. Braised pork knuckle, roast chicken, and hot pot all flashed through his mind.

"Okay, I will personally prepare a fat-reducing meal for you, Dad."

Zhao Che gave a meaningful laugh, and then walked towards the kitchen.

"I don't know why, but the widow always feels an ominous premonition."

"Your Majesty, don't worry, when has the food made by the young master been unpalatable?"

Meng Yi stepped forward to comfort Ying Zheng.

"Hopefully."

Ying Zheng didn't wait long in the restaurant when Zhao Che walked in with a plate himself.

"Dad, your fat-reducing meal is ready, how about a taste?"

Ying Zheng looked at the plate in front of him, feeling a little skeptical about life.

"Father, do you still want to lose weight and live a long and healthy life?"

Zhao Che directly took out his trump card, and Ying Zheng calmed down.

"For the sake of longevity, the widow endured."

Ying Zheng gritted his teeth and comforted himself inwardly.

"Brother Che, the food is ready, shall I serve it to you now?"

At this time, Xiao Niu just walked in and asked Zhao Che a question.

"Come on, I'm starving too."

Zhao Che agreed casually, and soon Maverick walked in with a steaming meal.

"Today, Uncle Dawen caught a very big fish and brought it over. The kitchen specially made a braised fish."

"This braised fish looks good."

Ying Zheng swallowed his saliva, looking at the huge and fat crucian carp, dotted with scallions, which formed a very sharp contrast with the braised sauce. Most importantly, the aroma of the braised fish was accompanied by bursts of rising The hot air penetrated directly into Ying Zheng's nostrils.

"Cher..."

"Xiao Niu, pour a cup of tea for my father!"

Before Ying Zheng could speak, Zhao Che blocked his intention to speak.

"Hmph, isn't it just a fish? It's not like I haven't eaten it before."

Ying Zheng snorted coldly when he saw this, and turned his head away from them angrily, but he couldn't avoid the scent.

"Gudong!"

"Che'er, actually, I think it's okay to lose weight starting tomorrow. I have to go back to Xianyang later in the evening. I don't have enough energy. Why don't you let me eat more?"

After all, Ying Zheng bowed his head to his appetite, turned his head and looked at Zhao Che eagerly and said.

"No, you just lost weight for the first time, so you have to stick to it!"

Zhao Che simply pulled the braised fish in front of him, completely dispelling Ying Zheng's thoughts.

Zhao Che coaxed Ying Zheng to lose weight, after all, it depends on one's willpower, and it is impossible for him to follow Ying Zheng and watch him every day.

"Perfect figure, immortality!"

Ying Zheng suppressed the impulse in his heart forcibly, got up suddenly and rushed out, he was afraid that he really couldn't stand it anymore.

"Uncle Meng, after you go back, you have to help me look after my father, and you must not let him be greedy for food, or my weight loss plan will be in vain."

Zhao Che raised his head and exhorted Meng Yi who was beside him.

"Young master, don't worry, for the sake of my husband's health, I will definitely take good care of him."

Meng Yi nodded solemnly.

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"Father, you must remember that you must eat according to the amount of food in the recipe, and those exercise plans must not be missed at all. I believe that if you persist for a few months, you will be able to lose your stomach."

After eating, Zhao Che solemnly handed over to Ying Zheng the training plan and weight loss recipes he made for him.

"I hope Dad can hold on."

Looking at the backs of Ying Zheng and others leaving, Zhao Che shook his head secretly and said.

"Lord!"

At this time, Zhao Yun walked over with a sad face.

"What's wrong, Zilong?"

"My lord, it's been a while since you called Baima Yicong back. The brothers are used to fighting on the grasslands. They haven't done anything these days. It's really boring. I feel like my bones are shaking." It's almost time to relax."

Zhao Yun scratched his head, thinking that Zhao Che called him back because of some important business, but ended up just idle at home every day, without even a rival to compete with.

This is undoubtedly a kind of torture for those elites who are used to fighting in the battlefield.

"Zilong, don't worry, I have an important task for you in a while."